Lyrics Propaganda - Pyrophoria

Another stranger was shot today
No one cares when they're far away
Guerrilla war with blinded rage
Figurehead smiles and still gets paid
Figurehead pays and always gets laid
The camera rolls, the pretend to pray

The deaf and blind and dumb obey
The tv tells me what to think and say
All talk and even more play

Broadcasting the tongue-in-cheek
The babbling, backhanded press release
Trigger happy; we keep the peace
By bombing them in their fucking sleep

Blood on your hands, soon a foot in your teeth
The walls you build, the hate you preach
Another child died in the streets
Justified by the commander-in-chief
We will remember you by the grace of a tweet A
nd as a child who came off his leash